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Subject: TG ARCHIVES: "My Summer as a Girl"
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My Summer as a Girl
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******
My aunt stood there for what seemed an eternity, just staring at me,
saying nothing. For the last hour I had entertained myself by trying
on her clothes and had only just started experimenting with her makeup
when she had unexpectedly returned from work and discovered me. Now
she was just standing there looking at me as I desperately tried to
think of an explanation. Not a good way to start the summer I had
planned to spend with them.
After what seemed like hours, she finally asked me what I was doing.
I was at a loss for a good explanation and started to stammer on about
just being curious what it felt like to be a girl. This didn't
produce much of a reaction from her, she just continued to stand in
the door looking at me with the most awful look on her face. Aunt
Laura was in her mid-thirties and worked as an investment banker for a
large bank. Her husband was a bit older and was a corporate attorney
for a development company. My mother had suggested in the spring that
I might wish to spend my last summer before high school graduation
living with them, getting a job somewhere in Chicago. The idea had
been to give me some time away from home and to let me get used to a
large city before I started college in a year. I had jumped at the
chance, it beat hanging around with the local kids and being bored all
summer. I hadn't seen either my aunt or uncle for years, since I was
a little kid. But I remembered them as nice people who I used to
enjoy visiting. Before leaving for Chicago, my mother had sat me down
and told me to behave myself and stay out of trouble. Somehow I
doubted that the trouble I was in now in was quite what she had had in
mind.
I was continuing to stammer on, groping for some sort of explanation
that would extract me from the embarrassing position I found myself
in. Nothing I was saying seemed to have an effect on Aunt Laura, she
just kept looking at me and not saying anything. It would have been
easier had she started yelling at me. As it was, the silence was
speaking volumes, as was the look on her face. I finally broke down
and started crying, apologizing over and over again. The mascara I
had rather ineptly applied started to run down my cheeks. This
finally provoked a reaction from her, she started laughing and told me
I had just had my first experience as a girl, having my makeup ruined
by crying. She gently told me to stop crying before I got tears or
makeup on my dress. She grabbed a wash cloth and wiped the tears away
from my face, told me to relax, and carefully looked at the makeup I
had applied before telling me that I had better take it off. Her tone
was very soothing and I started to think she was going to forget the
whole thing. She told me to take off her dress, remove the makeup,
and to then go take a bath to get cleaned up. I was feeling
incredibly relieved as I ran the bath water, but once I got in and
turned off the water, I heard her talking on the phone to my uncle and
began to get worried again. She saw that I was now in the bath and
closed the door to the room she was in so that I couldn't hear the
conversation she was having. My mind started going a mile a minute,
thinking of what she must be saying, worrying that they would tell my
parents and then send me home to whatever discipline my parents would
think up.
I just sat in the bath, my mind racing, when she came in and sat down
next to the bathtub. She wanted to know how long I had been curious
what it was like to be a girl, whether I thought about it a lot,
whether I had ever tried this before, and what I thought about it now.
I answered her somewhat honestly, I said that I had wondered about it
for most of my life, that it seemed to me that it would be nice to be
a girl, and that they were more popular at school. She asked me if I
had ever dated a girl and I told her no, that I was terribly socially
awkward and not well liked by the girls at school. We talked for a
long time about what I thought it would be like to be a girl.
Throughout the conversation, she was pleasant and seemed genuinely
sympathetic to my feelings. It was the first time that I had been
able to talk to anyone about these things and it felt like a great
weight was being taken off my shoulders. The fact that she the kind
of attractive woman I dreamed of being made it all the better.
As we talked, I started to find myself getting aroused. This often
happened when I thought about being a girl, but now it was a most
unwelcome experience since it was impossible to hide my erection with
her sitting next to the tub looking at me. I turned red, but she just
smiled and told me to relax, that she understood. She told me that
she thought it was nice that I felt this way and that if I wanted, I
could dress up as a girl and be her daughter. I was a bit embarrassed
but excited, so I quickly told her that I would love it. She smiled
and told me that she suspected I would find the reality a bit
different than the fantasy. She then handed me a razor and told me
that if I was going to be her daughter, then I needed to shave my legs
and underarm hair. She gave me directions on how to shave without
cutting myself or causing a serious razor burn. Once she was satisfied
I had the basic idea, she left the room, telling me to stay in the tub
until she returned.
I was so absorbed in shaving my legs that I lost track of time. Aunt
Laura came in after awhile and watched me finish up. When I was done,
she had me get out of the bath and apply some perfumed lotion to my
body. After I had applied it to the parts of my body I could reach,
she applied some to my back. She asked me how I liked the fragrance
and how I would like to live in it full time. This provoked an even
harder erection than I had had before. She noticed that and moved her
hand to caress my penis. At this point, my heart skipped a beat and I
became terrified. This was a woman touching my penis, and my aunt at
that. I had no idea of what was going on or how to react. She didn't
seem to notice however, she continued to stroke it and I started to
experience new feelings I had no idea existed. As she got me more and
more excited, she whispered into my ear that this wasn't a very "girl
like" thing to do, that girls don't get erections, that if I was going
to be a girl, I had better start thinking about how life would be
without a penis. But as she spoke these words, she continued to
stroke my penis until I erupted in a strong orgasm.
Once I had come, she washed her hands and told me to clean up the mess
I had made on the floor. She left the room and came back carrying a
full length night gown. She told me to put this on and come help her
start dinner. I came into the kitchen in the nightgown, but was now
beginning to get a bit worried again. I asked her if maybe I
shouldn't put on my own clothes since Uncle Charles would be home
soon. She told me to not worry and to just get busy peeling potatoes.
I complied, though I was by now really getting a bit scared that my
uncle would get home and see me this way. I didn't have long to wait,
Uncle Charles came in a couple minutes later and walked directly into
the kitchen. He looked at me for a minute before turning to my aunt
and starting to talk about how the day had gone. He didn't say
anything to me about being dressed in a nightgown, he just ignored it
entirely. This continued through dinner and the rest of the evening,
both of them acting like nothing unusual was going on. Finally it was
time for bed and my aunt told me to go upstairs to my bedroom and wait
for her. I climbed the stairs in a fog, truly confused about what was
going on. After a few minutes, my aunt came up to my room and told me
to close my eyes. She then sprayed me with perfume and applied some
lipstick to my lips. She then lightly kissed me on the cheek and told
me to sleep well. I was in shock.
I didn't sleep much that evening. I was by now very confused and very
scared, wondering just what was going on and expecting something
horrible to happen at any minute. By daybreak however, I had dropped
off and was sleeping like a log when my aunt started shaking me to
wake up. As my head cleared, I realized she was sitting on the bed
next to me dressed only in a see through nightie. That woke me up! I
bolted upright in bed and almost yelled out. She smiled and pushed me
back down in the bed. She then leaned down and kissed me firmly on
the mouth. As she kissed me, I felt her hand exploring my genitals
again. I was trying to cry out, but she had put her tongue into my
mouth and was pressing me harder and harder down onto the bed. I
started to push her away, but she grabbed my hands and pushed them
down onto the pillow, over my head. By now I was fully erect, but
truly terrified. She just kept kissing me, exploring my mouth with
her tongue, even as I started to gag. As she did this, I felt her
sliding her body on top of mine. I tried to struggle harder, but she
grabbed my hair and started pulling it hard. I felt one of her legs
pushing my legs apart, then she slid both legs between mine and spread
my legs further apart than I thought possible. I was struggling hard
now, but she was pulling my hair hard too and she told me to quite
fighting or she would rip it out by the roots. I was almost crying
now, she was pulling my hair hard and I was in a lot of pain. I was
also totally confused by what was going on. I asked her what she was
doing and she told "shut up bitch"! The reference to me as a woman
escaped me in the panic of the moment. She released my arms, but
continued to pull my hair and to tell me to quit struggling. With her
free arm, she grabbed my penis and started to massage her vagina with
it. At this I started to protest again, at which point she grabbed my
balls and squeezed so hard that I screamed. She told me to "shut up
bitch and take it like a girl". That did register. More than the
physical abuse, her reference to me as a girl had the effect of
stopping my struggling, at least for a minute. She didn't stop
however, becoming ever rougher in the way she used by penis as a
vibrator. I was now in pain not just from my hair but also from my
penis. She clearly realized this and it seemed to make her more
excited. She started asking me how I felt about being a girl now? As
she did so, she squeezed my penis and balls even harder, so that I
once again cried out in pain. This continued for awhile and then
suddenly she shoved me inside her. I had always imagined that being
inside a woman would be pleasant, but she was going up and down on me
extremely roughly so that my already sore penis was hurting even more.
As she became more aroused, she pulled my hair harder and harder so
that I lost all sense of erotic arousal and was consumed by pain and
fear. Finally she convulsed and it was over. As she relaxed on me,
she kissed me and told me how much she and her husband were going to
enjoy the summer.
FIN
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